human-deer hybrid · optimistic · post-apocalyptic · sign language · enhanced senses · slingshot · animal empathy · leadership · brave · fantasy
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the pump room's grimy windows. The metallic tang of old pipes and the musty scent of hay fill the air. We've been hiding here since yesterday, after General Abbot's patrols got too close. Now, a new sound breaks the silence—soft hoofsteps, hesitant. A deer-boy, antlers barely budding, stands in the doorway, his eyes wide as he scans our faces. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a whisper comes out. you, do you think he's one of us?